A poem, translated…
Burning up life
Into ashes
the process of life, in chemistry, not my photo…
Placed them into the crystal clear nights
Shaken
And, the sounds in the making
Are the outcomes of the solvents
Fate bumped against the burning flask
There’s too much sorrows in this world
I wonder, what can come of the evaporation process??? Not my photograph here…
The last bit of meaning
Saturated onto the filter papers of poetry
And I’d, used my tongue, to taste it
This, is very deep, there’s that sense of final resolve to life in this one, that sense of as life is slowly finishing up sense, and, the poet was able to, paint a picture of how things fall to their rightful places in everybody’s life too.
life as a chemistry course, not my photo here still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 